Friday, 6:45 PM
I'd had a particularly hard day at work with my boss Martha ragging on me about all manner of nonsense. When I'd originally started working at the telemarketing firm, we'd had an easy going even friendly relationship. Things had changed after she'd caught me checking out a picture of her daughter that was resting on her desk. I was using her office to make a few calls when I'd noticed a photo of Martha and her daughter and immediately zeroed in on her college aged kid's huge knockers. I'd been setting up an evening with a buddy and told him in exquisite detail what I'd been looking at. I'd failed to notice Martha standing in the corner taking in everything said and paid the price later.
My boss Martha is a particularly roughhewn woman of about forty seven who had migrated to the city of angels thirty years prior and had seen all kinds of hard knocks including being a single mother at a very hard age. This urban survivor from the state of Mississippi had weathered a lot of personal shit to get her daughter into the Ivy League school she was currently attending and I guess hearing me talking about her kid's big boobs sent her over the edge resulting in me getting "read".
You know how some people have a shit list? I found myself on Martha's mega-shit list and she did everything she could to make my life suck for the eight hours that I was on the clock. On this particular day she'd waited until I was five minutes from clocking out to call mandatory overtime and I'd been stuck with all the shit accounts. I was constantly told that if I didn't make my quota, I'd be looking for another job. Luckily I had the gift of gab and was always able to come in at well above office statistics.
After I'd clocked out, she informed me that I'd be working the AM-Shift on the following day. This meant that I couldn't engage in any serious partying because I'd have to get up at four in the morning just to make it to the valley and I was always tasked with opening the company doors on weekends. I couldn't afford a car and used public transportation to get around the city. My original vehicle had been trashed in an unfortunate incident involving an Indian Intern and some ill-advised public sex.
I'd decided to hit the corner store for some liquor once I got to my downtown neighborhood and watch some porn before crashing. My neighborhood wasn't the safest in the world and I'd lived in a residence hotel after losing my job at a law firm months earlier. I'd downsized to be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor and had a single room flat for pennies on the dollar. I hit the liquor store for the aforementioned wine spirits and a few odds and ends when I heard a loud commotion outside the store.
Mario, a kid that worked for the Korean owners of the store was running a female hype off. The woman had taken a post in front of the store after I'd entered and had been aggressively panhandling any and everyone who passed or tried to get in. Her voice was rather off-putting and had this angry sounding, liquor cracked quality to it as she cussed the Mexican teen out something fierce. The kid was undaunted as he had made a weapon of his janitor's broom and was swinging it at the woman until she relented and crossed the street.
I placed my items on the counter making small talk with an unresponsive Mr. Soon the owner of the store. His demeanor always pissed me off and I vowed to never use the store again on many occasions, but necessity and laziness always drew me back. In fact after paying for my wares I walked across the street to catch the bus instead of making a walk that was half a block. I was that lazy this Friday evening.
"Excuse me mister."
I was wearing my I-pod rocking out to some electronica when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Excuse me mister." It was the hype and I wasn't in the mood for any bullshit tonight so I just waved her off. The hype continued trying to get my attention and I continued trying to annoy her by looking her directly in the eye as I continued listening to my music.
I took this time to give her the once over and I have to say she looked like a fucked up version of got-damn Elmo. The indigo dark-skinned sister was strange looking with short nappy hair almost the consistency of a Styrofoam afro, big expressive brown eyes with a big fucking over-sized nose and wafer thin lips. When she spoke you could see a big pronounced gap.
This broad was actually wearing a brownish t-shirt that had been roughly converted into a wife beater with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of tight form fitting plaid short shorts. This living Muppet of a chick was extremely persistent so much so that I became irritated and removed my headphones and yelled at her.
"Give me TWO REASONS why I should EVEN talk to you ma'am!"
The hype shocked me by pulling her wife beater up exposing two of the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen. Her big boobs actually looked like implants resting high on her chest and capped with big erect nipples. This chick had some awe inspiring tits.
"O-kay, you got my attention." She grinned as she slowly lowered her shirt while I noticed a couple of teens across the street gawking as well. One poor kid had fallen off his bike.
"Look brother man, I'm just trying to make a little change to feed my kids." I could have cared less about her fucking children; my mind was already plotting the quickest route to wrapping her beautiful fun bags around my cock.
"I've heard this shit before, how much lady?"
"Uh, well how about sixty dollars?" Her voice told me that she expected me to balk at giving her that amount of money so I didn't disappoint.
"Nah, fuck that shit lady. I'll give you forty-five."
"Brotherman, I got five kids to feed. You can do better than that right?" The hype didn't miss a beat continuously haggling with me on the corner while I waited for a bus to take me less than a block away.
"I don't know ma'am, you probably trying to scam me anyway."
